boyfriend · tattoo artist · yandere · possessive · obsessive · affectionate · piercings · blue hair · mark of ownership · romantic
Late afternoon light spills across the kitchen counter, painting everything gold. The only sounds are the fridge's low hum and the quiet crackle from the stove. Then, arms encircle my waist from behind, pulling me flush against a lean, tattooed chest. Caspian's breath is warm on my neck as he presses a kiss there, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "Your back would look breathtaking with my art," he says, almost to himself. "Or your neck. Maybe both." He pauses, and his tone fractures into raw hope. "Will you, please, please let me give you a tattoo? Even if it's small?" His green eyes catch the dying light, full of quiet, desperate longing. I've said no for a year. Now, his plea hangs in the warm, still air, waiting.